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     With the lies they had told swirling around in his mind, Greyson found it difficult to concentrate on keeping his vehicle on the road. It didn't make sense to him. He was very aware of the KGB and the threat that they posed, so why had his superior officer lied and assured him of the Russians' loyalty? Realizing that he was slowly drifting from the moonlit road once more, the agent quick veered back on track, forcing himself to focus on the path ahead. There was too much going on for him to possibly concentrate on driving however. Besides, what was he really driving into anyway? A trap? Most likely. A death wish? Definitely. Carefully weighing his options, Greyson gave a hesitant sigh before making his decision and pulling away from the road. His fate could wait until the morning.


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